Quintessential smoking witch could blow cigars into skull rings.
She understood scrying, cauls, mushwoogens and other things.
Was being the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter all it took?
We were in awe, unsure how she did it, was there a spell book?
It’s not like she shares information with us, right, asked my cousin.
She had other tricks too, she could do new magic by the dozen.
Quintessential smoking witch did amazing mystical things naturally.
We do not think she knew she was the best any witch could ever be.
Categories:
cauls, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Twilight gleams as its last, satiating stream falls
Malingering shadows cast their tepid tent over the sun's fiery cauls
Shadows recede; an eerie awning o'er earth's tenants slowly crawls
Darkness's bleary shroud o'er earth's canopy sprawls
Jaded sojourners scurry to their lighted halls; ballasted by their plastered walls
Nocturnal creatures emerge, echoing their long, doleful calls
The moon's, silver silhouette over the listless expanse sprawls
Its magnetic beams do fawning opposites attract; alternately, o'er vixen minds duplicity scrawls
Twinkling flood lights stream mystical portents; causing the wandering eye to pause
In the outer limits, each dilated orb in its own purview of the milky strand trawls
Distilled vapors disburse; earth's canopy enthralls
Frothy dew strokes the svelte canvas then wantonly withdraws
A blighting chill hovers over the stillness; fertile growth forestalls
Categories:
cauls, nature
Form: Rhyme